Keldroc: Character Intro

[[ One of my character intros that I wish to save from a play by post D&D game on-line. Keldroc Liverton Dogg was my Half-Orc Cleric of Daghda: a orcish/wildman god in a homebrew world. ]]

With one hand tightly gripping the handle of his warhammer Keldroc approaches the ragtag group on guard. His novice attempt at stealth is shattered as the poorly oiled platemail clanks away, giving up his position.

You see a large fellow, six feet something, bulky and fully armored in a mix-matched plate suit, no doubt pieced together over the years. The dented closed helm resembles the maw of a great boar, two metal tusks protruding from the lower jaw, bristled back ears on the sides; even an upturned snout and two beady eyes set with some black stone. There is a matching boar skull amulet circling his neck on a chain. The steel plated boots kick up dust, the figure obviously wieghed down by the heavy armor and bulgding backpack. His right gauntlet rests comfortably on the hilt of a large one handed warhammer still strapped to his waist. The left hand grips a thick leather cord, looking to hold the shield on his back in place.

He regards the group. The hand lets go of the shield strap, the heavy metal pulling it taught with it's weight and offers a collective wave some twenty feet back to all of you.

There is a deep cough, a clearing of his throat behind the helm. He begins to speak but thinks better of it and lifts the pig snouted visor.

Bloodshot dark eyes meet yours, the skin around them tinted green. No doubt a Half-orc.

"Hail. Do not be alarmed. Me am Keldroc Liverton Dogg and me mean you no harm."

He regards the freshly dug earthen mounds and the tower with an appraising stare and grim expression. His attention turning towards the largest man, Farrowmore, assuming he would have dominance over the group.

"Might me be of some assistance? The faiths look to have set Keldroc in your direction."

Mordheim Dribble Skaven

On the Western edge of Mordhiem sits a broken bell tower, some accursed church to some sad human god lays in ruins below. The fine craftsmanship of the dwarfven stonemasons that had created the front facade of the church and tower however where no doubt masters of their skill. Although riddled like cheese will holes from scattering debree during the meteor strike the heavy granite foundation stood firm.Within and without a small warband has been preparing the structure for defense over the past week. Debree, acquired from other gutted buildings in the area looks to have been dragged and pilled up around the base in heights as tall as a man. Behind the piled junk lays the only two doors into the tower. Whomever the warband is has made sure the only way in and out is through a tideous climb or the newly made tunnel which connects directly to the old sewers.Two figures watch and admire the work of their Skaven brethren below, both perched on the top of the bell tower in a little eddie. The larger is hunched over a wicked looking cutlass, grinding away at the edge with a whetstone. The strange glass goggles that rest over his beady ratlike eyes regard the other being next to him. "We will succeed where our kin has failed. The nightmaster will know of success from Chi'rokk. Your magic better be all that you've said it is warlock." Milky red eyes squint at the Assassin, his commander in this endeavor but still many times his younger. The pasty pink hands grip tight in frustration a small bell he has been admiring; one acquired from this very tower and it's old chime system.The sorcerer is an albino, just another form of mutation the mother has deemed to bless him with. Unlike other Skaven his skin is pasty pink, the sparse mangy tuffs of hair yellowed white. "Do not think to insult the dark mothers' magic and those who wield it young one. You will see success, and warpstone in numbers greater then ever you dream. You've learned to steady a blade, now master your tongue " The Assassin hisses at being called a pup, making to strike the sorcerer with one clawed hand in the sudden flush of anger. He realizes that giving in is what the mage will expect and quickly abandons the cuff. "You will follow my command old one or I swear by the Horned Rat that the Pit Lord himself will taste your blood." The elder sorcerer offers something of a bent sneer, the best a Skaven can do in what humans would call a smile. He nods, bowing his head towards the Assassin in submission.The hands on the brass bell grip all the tighter.

Mordheim Dribble Intro

Warpstone, or as the humans call it Wyrdstone is in our blood; swelling under taut skin and fur to fuel our bodies and drive on our race. Mutation is a dark and wonderous gift that will one day allow us to rise from below and strike at the very core of all "civilized" standings. Chaos our mother whom suckles us, will always be there should we heed her call. In this our noble purpose will we see sucess. Every crumb of warpstone will hasten our progression to power. Let not other hands find ownership of this, our rightful gift. -Clan Eshin, Nightmaster

A shout into the darkness.

Um, 'ello. I'm Dave. I'm a goof off college student that abandoned the fine arts for the sake of the graphic arts and/or the library assistant profession .. niether of which I am sure are my goal in life. Not that I have any goals. That would be showing ambition. I fill up my free time with DnD, minature war gaming, reading, painting, drawing, leatherworking and even sometimes LARPing in all it's wonderful and addictive/expensive forms. NERO, Kanarak, Belegarth.. the list goes on and on. It's really worse then drugs I swear. Um, yeah. I have few close friends - most scattered now across the country, some out of country ... but my wonderful boyfriend David (yeah same name I know, it's wierd) of two years keeps me busy with emotions, fueling what is my heart, keeping it playful and enjoying life. Anyway.. I really only created this blog to keep in touch with my friend Todd over the course of his trip/adventure in Costa Rica but who knows if it'll spring up into something more than that. I haven't put my thoughts on paper for a while now. Here's to the possibilities.